Gramma didn’t know that I had stashed a secret style of ‘"clamp on -
travelling fork’" in a sassy pouch with some tools when i showed up at
her house. Gramma! I’m gonna chop your bike!!! *MY* bike? she says?
my green schwinn? (Mind you, this is milwaukee, and schwinns, they are
everywhere like mana from heaven) and I say YEAH! (I can put it
So so so... I pulled out the tools, and the most trouble I had came
from the possible dismantle and possible destruction of the little
spedometer/milometer that she had on there. I then pulled it all
apart, and clamped it down... (mind you, I just put a old spare race
that fit on top of the extension sleeve.. and left the old race on
there) It was lovely and plaid, and lovely,. with a wonderful basket
tied on with TV wire and twisite ties.
And man oh man... she rides like a dream! beach cruiser bars,
monotube love, I rode around the drivway and insited everyone ride it.
Then my Uncle rode it, and he caught ‘"the bug’" and was gonna chop
everything... but the mrs. talked him out of it. And gramma said...
‘"golly you are having so much fun... you should leave it that way...
and so I did. Nobody died, or lost teeth, and it was a fabulous
experiment, and totally worth it,.. and *really* easy to do.